A/N: Just a one-shot about a day in the life of Hawkeye. Please Review :)

"My father was a gambler down in Georgia

He wound up on the wrong end of a gun

And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus

Rollin' down highway forty-one."

Clint didn't have a flying fuck to give about anything as he drove down the empty highway in one of Tony's "unused" sports cars. Belting the lyrics to the radio, Clint tapped his left foot on the car as he speeded along. His missions were done for the week and as far as Clint saw it, he was a free man for the evening. He could do whatever the hell he wanted with his life.

"Lord I was born a ramblin' man

Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can

And when it's time for leavin'

I hope you'll understand

That I was born a ramblin' man."

It wasn't that Clint hated humanity, quite the opposite. He had just had a long-awaited fight with Tasha and been kicked out of their shared room at HQ and needed to blow off some steam. He had tried asking Tony to go get wasted with him, but the billionaire was too busy in his lab fixing suits or whatever. Cap was no fun cuz he couldn't get drunk, and Coulson would just go whining back to Fury. Thor didn't understand Clint's jokes, so that left only one person.

"I'm on my way to New Orleans this mornin'

I'm leavin' out of Nashville, Tennessee

They're always having a good time down on the bayou

Lord, them Delta women think the world of me."

Clint didn't even bother lowering the music as he dialed a number through Tony's sports car's radio. God did Clint love Tony's cars.

"Hello?"

"Brucey old pal!" Clint's voice rang out as he took the next exit going 90 mph. "Natasha kicked me out and I have no plans for tonight! You free for a drink?"

"I don't suit well around alcohol, Clint," Bruce shuffled nervously on the other end. "Drunk guys will only cause the other guy to come out."

"But you've been locked up in that shitty thing you call an apartment for weeks without seeing the light of night! Come on, at least let me buy you one beer!"

"No thanks," Bruce replied politely before hanging up.

"Dammit," Clint cursed as he tried to think of other options. He needed to get drunk. But who would accompany him?

Suddenly Clint's face burst into a smirk as he dialed another number.

"Logan? Hey it's Clint...you know...Hawkeye? Yeah listen, you up for getting smashed tonight? I have the transportation..."

When the conversation was over, Clint grinned maniacally as he swerved the car into a 180 and began driving off towards Wolverine's place.

"Lord, I was born a ramblin' man

Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can

And when it's time for leavin'

I hope you'll understand

That I was born a ramblin' man."